And couldn’t eat at all.
She became weaker day by day, and couldn’t support herself.
As the days went by, the weather was burning her skin.
Tanner she became.
Weaker she became.
Bataar didn’t seem to care much of Bayarmaa,
And that made her weaker.
Soon, the night before the wedding,
Her eyes were dull.
Her skin was pale.
She was thinner than a toothpick with slumped shoulders.
She couldn’t support herself. Then she fell to the ground.
Thump!
Down she fell, on the blanket of golden sand.
The cold breeze from the night blew her soul away.
And it glided to the grave.
